Country Musics 20/20 Garin Cycholl Copyright @ Garin Cycholl, 2017 Dedicated to the memory of Harry Mathews Locofo Chaps is an imprint of Moria Books. More information can be found at www.moriapoetry.com. Locofo Chaps is dedicated to publishing politically-oriented poetry. Chicago, USA, 2017 after Lydia Loveless Well, if I said I’m sorry, you should vest those numbers in skulls and jaws and thighs ‘Cause I don’t need to apologize for legs and feet and hands. A few ribs and I know I should probably leave neck and spine, without their processes, but I cannot let you go, honey. You serve as a base to the vertebral pieces on being. So you can turn my heart to paper. There were some teeth, which were adult. So you can write me a love letter in a skull, which on a slight view I’ll read with an open mind, and a fragment of the under-jaw. But everything you do turns me on, furnishing the most decisive proof of a bad way to go! What a bad me attentive to it. For you to love me but never let messes, by which it was articulated And your lover is pretty tasty, but shebone itself firm to where it’d been. And the way she talks to you, go judge the place of the eye. But now you seem like such a pussy to the sockets of your teeth ‘cause I know how to take you home, placing it hinder and under. What a bad way to go, how honestly bad, but let go solidarity. For you to love me and never let me. There should be no fear. We’ll be protected by the bad way to go, what a bad wand of law. And most, oh, honey, for you to love me but to ride that nation, only loving as long as it’s a bad way to go. What bad magicians who are all talk and no action; for you to love me but never let me know anything about the time for empty. What a bad way to go. Do not allow anyone to tell you that. For you to love me but never let me know the heart and fight and spirit of America. For you to love me but never let me know the mysteries of space, to free the earth Honey, if you love me, remember that old wisdom of our soldiers. What a bad way to go, back or brown or white, we all bleed the same glorious freedoms whether a child is born in urban Nebraska, the same dreams infused. after Robbie Fulks But Nashville don’t need that noise, minds openly, debates our disagreements. Nashville’ll do just fine when America is united. America is tops as long as there’s a moron market, great men and women importantly and a fool in a hat to sign. Even bigger, in America, we understand Fuck this town! Fuck this town! We will no longer accept. Talk is over. Fuck. This. Town. Now arrives the hour. In it, he tried to show that the town, constantly complaining but never the reasons commonly asserted. No challenge can mate, not among these well-known ones. We will not fail. Our country will thrive reports, but also claim to have a new millennium ready to unlock and thus have found that the miseries of disease of the weakness of its foundation. Technologies of tomorrow. A new nation far superior to that one long ago and heal our divisions. It’s time to mason by profession and infallible. Never forget the great wall alone would do the same for the red blood of patriots. We all secure foundations for a new Tower, salute the American flag. In those days the book was in every Nashville, not understanding exactly ‘cause my friend Jim said Nashville never once took the form of a circle. So I thought I’d go pick some and I provided the foundations for a tower, but then why the wall now four years later the efforts and lives of hundreds who shook a lot of hands, ate a lotta lunch in the book—admittedly hazy, so fuck this town. Fuck. This. Town. after Dwight Yoakam Night wolves moan in the Tower of Babel Winter hills are black or at least the most important cause was I’m all alone. He not only based his proofs on texts and sitting in the back, but carried out personal inspections of the location of a long white Cadillac. And it’s true that in this respect our age was a long whistle crying. Almost every educated person in our age was lost on its own track when it came to the business of laying. I close my eyes; the scholar’s aim proves this. He claimed that sitting in the back was the first time in the age of human beings created a long white Cadillac of Babel. So first the wall, then the tower. Sometimes I blame it on a woman’s hands, but I confess that even today the one that made my poor heart began this tower. How could the wall, which I sometimes blame on the money, be only a sort of quarter or half circle. Sometimes I blame it all on me, but it could be meant only in a spiritual headlight shining, something real, a product of the highway fading to black—sketching the tower, as well as detailing my last ride of the people, a great deal of mental confusion at the time— our government controlled by sitting in the back, remembered as the day the people became a long white Cadillac. Forgotten men and women of our country will sometimes blame it on a woman (listening to you now). You came by the tens of the one that made my poor heart move, the likes of which the world has sometimes blamed it on the money. Great schools for great children! These are train whistles crying a righteous public but for lost on its own track. Reality exists. Mothers and children trapped—I close my eyes. Factories scattered like tombstones ain’t never coming back; education system flush with cash in a long white Cadillac. Deprived of all knowledge and the long white Cadillac; stolen too many lives and robbed in a long white Cadillac. This American Carnage stops tight in a long white Cadillac nation and their pain is our pain; they’re in a long white Cadillac. Our success we share (psychedelic after Johnny Cash and Lydia Loveless We will start winning again, like love is a burning thing. We will bring back our borders to make a fiery ring. Back our dreams! We’ll build new, wild desire— airports and tunnels and railways all across a ring of fire. People off the welfare and back to a burning ring of fire. Hands and American labor, we’ll follow down, down, down. We’ll seek friendship and the flames went higher, But we do so with the understanding that it burns, burns, burns own interests first. We do not seek that ring of fire. Rather let it shine as an example. We will the ring of fire. Reinforce old alliances and new taste of love. At the bedrock of our politics I fell for you like a child State of America, and through our loyalty, the fire went wild When you opened your burning ring of fire. The Bible tells us how good I went down, down, down— together in unity, simply because so many people knew I’m really not together for a single purpose. Human nature giving all I’ve got by nature like the whirling dust endures. I shake the restraints madly and know you make me weak all over the place. It’s possible even that you should seal it with a kiss. When they decided on piecemeal, your piss speaking on behalf of so many— actually first, honey, I cannot lie— without the leadership for the way to go. In the office of the known, what a bad way to go. There, no one I asked knows or knew, pricking back my ears, going in the opposite direction. And, babe, revolving in a circle, the divine worlds fell into the hands of me. after Waylon Jennings They steal our companies and the cover the earth, and so great prosperity and strength. I will neighborhood. I wished to satisfy myself and I will never, ever let you down. Pinions were just for this purpose. I never before brought back our thoroughly. It was stipulated on the low bringback of our wealth, and we will buy miles above its principal fork, opposite roads and highways and bridges and an Indian town. It was of a spheroidal form, our wonderful nation. We will get our twelve feet of altitude, rebuilding our country with American seven and a half, having been under two simple rules—buy American and covered with trees of twelve good wills. The nations of the world were an excavation of five feet deep and it is the right of all nations to be taken out of the hillock formed. I impose our way of life on anyone but it, and came to collections of human shine for everyone to follow. We will add inches to three feet below the surface. These unite the civilized world against some vertical, some oblique, some horizontal, eradicating completely the face of the compass, entangled and held together in the will to be a total allegiance to the united, most distant parts found together.